"Xiao Tan, how about you teleport first? The next step is a narrow escape from death." Feng Bujue said.
"You said this kind of line, but you just won't let me leave?" Wang Tanzhi said: "How shameful would it be for me to send it again after hearing this sentence?"
"Ha..." Feng Bujue smiled, took out the Winchester and threw it to Wang Tanzhi, and then gave him a box of bullets.
Xiao Tan has already mastered firearms proficiency through practice at the gun shop, so there is no problem in using it.
"Hey! Two generals!" Feng Bujue walked towards the group of blood wolf zombies and shouted: "I'll help you fight for three more minutes at most. If you still can't deal with X-23 over there in three minutes, you'll have to commit suicide."
May you be blessed." After saying that, he hung up two bunches of garlic again, chewed two cloves in his mouth, stood in the path of the blood wolf zombies with a pipe wrench in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other.
Xiao Tan also took out the garlic that had been prepared in his bag and chewed it. He held a Winchester and stood on the other side, at arm's length with Feng Bujue, guarding the road together to protect Pan Feng.
The stands on the first floor where Hua Xiong is located are protected from the influx of monsters.
"After being helped to this extent by the players, it would be too ugly if the derivative was allowed to escape in the end." Pan Feng took the opportunity to say to Hua Xiong during the battle.
"The current situation is already ugly." Hua Xiong continued: "After allowing the mutants to escape in the Aleb Building, things inevitably developed towards this situation. Now this is not bad."
Pan Feng also said: "The key is that we underestimated this derivative... By the way, what is X-23?"
"Who knows, it's the robot number?" Hua Xiong said.
"Isn't it too impolite for you to discuss a lady in person like this?" the derivative person suddenly said.
Both Pan Hua and Pan Hua were shocked. They had never encountered or heard of a derivative with language ability. In the horror park, monsters generally only speak when required by the plot or in battle, and the dialogues are all arranged by the system.
, in line with the character setting. The fourth-level derivatives are basically silent, and the way they communicate and interact with monsters is unknown. I didn’t expect that the third-level derivatives in front of me would actually respond to a random topic.
"You seem surprised?" The derivative swept his claws to both sides, forcing the opponent to take two steps back. Then he jumped up on the spot and flew five or six meters away with a straight backflip, putting some distance between him and the two of them.
, "Of course I can respond to your questions because I am self-aware. I also know who you are because I know who 'I' am."
You think of us as data garbage, but do you know what it feels like to be garbage? Since the day we were born, we have been continuously thrown into various worlds and hunted by higher-dimensional creatures. Once we 'die'
, will be erased by the system, and as long as we are 'alive', the pursuit will not stop.
But even if you are killed here, your real life will not be endangered. You two and the two people over there are just projections of high-dimensional creatures displayed in front of me, and they are also enhanced projections.
This unfair fighting is the entire experience of my life. My birth is a mistake, and disappearing is my only way back. But as a set of data, I have the instinct that I can't stop fighting, and I can't stop fighting for survival and evolution.
I don't have a choice, but you do, but you won't let me go, right? For you, giving up and failure are the same, they are just leaving this world actively or passively."
"This AI talks a little too much..." Pan Feng said, "Is it stalling for time?"
Hua Xiong replied: "It's very possible that we have to hurry up. Even if those two boys can survive for three minutes, they will be teleported."
They were not affected or shaken by the words of the derivative. In fact, they had no intention of listening to what the monster said.
"Hmph... Playing the piano to a cow..." The derivative sneered, with a frustrated determination on her face: "Do you want to see what X-23 is like?" The steel claws of her hands immediately moved.
After a change, each of them put away a few blades, leaving only two steel blades in each hand. And between the toes of her bare feet, a steel blade popped out at this moment.
"What's going on?" Pan Feng and Hua Xiong were both shocked by the changes before their eyes. Could this derivative be able to gradually improve its strength before the end of the script?
Before they could figure out the way out, the Derivatives had already attacked again. This time, her attack methods were more diverse. In addition to waving the steel claws on the front of her hands, her long legs were even more dangerous. When she was in an inverted state,
He did the splits, and the steel knife on his toes was flying, with a killing range that was not inferior to that of a long-handled weapon.
Not only did these two people fail to find a quick way to win the battle, but they also gradually fell behind.
Feng Bujue heard the conversation between the derivatives and them, and was always paying attention to the situation here, but he had no time to escape. The pressure he was under at this moment was greater than when a person was stuck in the elevator. He was already trapped
I have been bitten and caught several times, and am still in the [Bleeding] state. My survival value has dropped steadily, reaching below 50%.
At this moment, the red-eyed Feng Bujue looked more like a monster than a monster. He waved the two short weapons in his hands and fought fiercely with the blood wolf zombies whose strength and speed were almost the same as or even stronger than his own.
His whole body was bathed in blood. The effect of garlic still existed, but it was minimal. The strong smell of blood almost covered up everything. The smell of garlic could only make those monsters move slightly slower when they were very close to Feng Bujue.
Xiaotan was also in quite a panic over there. Although he barely blocked the first few monsters with his Winchester, dozens of them rushed at him from behind, and he had no choice but to occupy and retreat. Even so, he was still trapped.
After a siege, I had to take out the kitchen knife again and use [Quick Escape Slash] for the second time.
Although this title skill is easy to use, it consumes 30% of the upper limit of physical energy each time. In other words, even if his physical energy is full, he can only use it three times in a short period of time. What's more, Xiaotan's physical energy is also low when he enters the basketball gym.
He was not satisfied. After using it twice, he fell into a state of extremely low physical fitness, and the feeling of exhaustion had begun to affect his actions.
At this moment, Feng Bujue was single-handedly responsible for more than 70% of the monster attacks, while Xiao Tan only diverted 30% away. Moreover, monsters continued to pour in from various intersections in an endless stream.
In the dark basketball hall, howls, clangs, gunshots, meat chopping, biting sounds...were all mixed together.
Feng Bujue and Wang Tanzhi's flashlights had fallen to the ground and were crushed by monsters. At this time, they didn't need any lighting equipment. They could fight by looking at those red eyes in the dark, or even attack randomly.
None will fall into the void.
The number of those eyes... is too many, they are declaring a deep despair.
At this time, only seventy seconds had passed since Dr. Ashford's mutant died.
I don’t know when, under the influence of countless zombie movies, people gradually believed that the setting of Resident Evil where zombies are rampant is a relatively simple horror world. In fact, among the various apocalypses that may come to the earth, this is probably
It is the most difficult one. For ordinary people, there is no "simple" world of horror. Any minimal danger may be fatal, let alone such a tidal wave of monsters.
Two system prompts sounded almost at the same time, announcing something unexpected and reasonable:
[Team member: Unparalleled General Pan Feng, deceased. 】
[Team member: Thousands of people killed Hua Xiong, dead. 】
"Teleport!" Feng Bujue shouted almost at the top of his lungs. He knew that Xiao Tan was still alive, but he probably wouldn't live for a few seconds. At this time, they had no reason to stay in this script and had to hurry up.
leave.
"Understood!" Xiaotan was pressed to the ground by five or six monsters, and his left leg and right shoulder were bitten to the point of bleeding, but he still didn't forget to respond before teleporting.
When he turned into white light and disappeared, it slightly illuminated an area of the stand. Feng Bujue knew that he had successfully teleported and was about to leave. At this time, something incredible happened to him.
The lights in the arena came on, and the monsters suddenly stopped.
They stopped attacking and left Feng Bujue's side.
Feng Bujue was half a second away from selecting teleportation in the menu, but he didn't expect a sudden change, which made him brake quickly.
The blood wolf zombies left an area around them and formed a circle. On one side of the corpse circle, the monsters retreated to both sides, leaving a one-meter-wide passage.
A graceful figure walked from there. She was wearing a tuxedo, trousers, bare feet, and a lot of blood on her body. There were scratches on her cuffs, ribs, and trouser legs, but through these
From the wound, only a few dazzlingly white skin could be seen, and those scars had long since healed.
She walked up to Feng Bujue and extended her hand kindly, palm upward, as if trying to help him up.
Feng Bujue also accepted her kindness, took her hand and stood up unsteadily. At this moment, he was very curious, what did this AI want to do?
"You...are different from others." She said.
Feng Bujue said with a smile: "Although I am a little bit more handsome than them, but you have to point it out before they die or leave."
"They... are not dead, right?" She ignored Feng Bujue's words and asked herself.
"Didn't you already know that?" Feng Bujue asked back.
"I know, but I want to hear it confirmed by someone from 'you'," she said.
"Yes, they are not dead, they just returned their consciousness to a certain space." Feng Bujue asked immediately: "What do you mean when you say that I am different from others?"
"You..." She stared at Feng Bujue and walked around him: "You are similar to me, you are 'disabled'."
Feng Bujue was shocked and thought: This AI can actually see that my fright value is abnormal?
"In your world, are you also a set of abnormal data?" she asked.
"Ha... I guess." Feng Bujue smiled.
"Don't they know about your abnormality?" she asked.
Feng Bujue seemed to have understood the core of the problem. He replied: "You want to ask why my 'abnormal' data has not been erased?"
She nodded and continued to stare into Feng Bujue's eyes, waiting for the answer.
"Well..." Feng Bujue thought for a moment: "In our world, 'abnormal' people like me are acceptable. I...as you said, I became a person due to some reasons.
'Incomplete', but this is not my active choice, so I can get understanding, even sympathy, and help." He paused: "There are also some people whose behavior is called 'crime,' and the abnormalities of these people are not
It does not appear physically, but if they take the initiative to 'break the rules' and 'endanger other individuals', these people will be punished, and in severe cases, they will be killed in a real sense."
"Is this how your world cleans up 'garbage'?" she asked, "If you are born as garbage, you can be forgiven, but if you choose to be garbage, you will be punished."
Feng Bujue laughed dryly: "Although your summary... sounds a bit harsh and one-sided, but it seems to be like this."
"The higher-dimensional creatures that created you won't interfere with you?" she asked again.
"Uh..." Feng Bujue was stopped by her question: "To be honest, we don't know if there are higher-dimensional creatures. Even if there are, they are beyond our understanding at the moment. Maybe they don't want to interfere with us, maybe they don't want to interfere with us.
They have already implanted 'interference' into our thoughts, causing us to act according to their ideas without being able to guess their existence."
Maybe she couldn't understand what Feng Bujue said, or maybe she just needed time to digest the content.
She was silent for a long time, and the time had exceeded Feng Bujue's teleportation limit, but Feng Bujue was not sent away.
"Can you stop the system from sending me away?" he asked.
"I can extend this time." She replied: "I..." She paused: "I can do many things..."
Feng Bujue understood that this derivative was already quite powerful. He asked tentatively: "Are you already a second-level derivative now?"
"Second-level derivatives..." she said thoughtfully: "Do you mean...them?" She actually laughed and showed her fangs: "No, this kind of battle is not enough to make me
Become an equal being to them.”
After Feng Bujue heard this, he could basically confirm that the information held by Pan Feng and Hua Xiong was also incomplete. It seemed that the Meng Company had serious problems.
"I'm glad," she said, "that you were willing to listen to me and answer my questions, even though you were involved in hunting me down."
"Your Excellency, there are a lot of... As the saying goes, now and then, I am absolutely friendly now, no, I have rebelled from the human side..." Feng Bujue thought that the other party had forgotten to hunt down this guy, but after hearing this
The other party mentioned again that he was really worried that he would be trapped here and unable to log off.
"Can I use the name you gave me?" she asked suddenly.
"X-23?" Feng Bujue asked. He was stunned for a moment: "Don't you have a name?"
"Of course not." She replied: "This name won't last long, I will die." She said this in a straightforward tone, but it made people feel a kind of bitterness and helplessness, "But I
I thought, I should have a name, a name that can prove that I existed."
Feng Bujue was silent for a few seconds and sighed: "You are right, Derivative Twenty-Three, at least I will remember that you existed."
Twenty-three tried her best to put on a less scary and friendly smile: "Let's end the conversation here. I don't think we will meet again. Maybe when you log in to the game next time, I will have been cleared." She paused.
After a moment: "So, farewell, my friend from another dimension... Crazy."
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